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Chapter 19

Dillon’s cock went deep and a moment later, it was buried … completely. Charley was impaled on that blazing hot, throbbing, drooling monster cock. And, snap and thrust—Dillon’s balls slapped against Charley’s upturned butt cheeks as he pummeled his way as far inside that hole as he could possibly go.

“Welcome to your new cunt, bitch.”

Dillon pulled nearly all the way out of Charley’s hole and then rammed back inside. His balls slammed against his friend’s upturned butt cheeks with a satisfying ‘SMACK!’. He let out a grunt and then pulled back and slammed in full bore again.

“Aarrgghh!”

Charley’s mind exploded in splinters of light—every color of the rainbow seemed to flash and sparkle, spiral and skyrocket through his brain. His head lifted off the bed of the truck and then crashed backwards into it with each full thrust of Dillon’s massive cock as it followed through on carving his hole into a cunt. Yeah. No question. Dillon was going to cunt him and leave it dripping.

Another pull back.

Another slam forward.

Dillon’s balls crashed into Charley’s butt cheeks.

Dillon’s cock splintered his hole wider. Deeper.

Charley’s head lifted up and slammed back. His mind exploding in blinding light again and again.

Thrust.

“Aarrgghh!”

Thrust.

“Aarrgghh!”

Dillon paused. Buried to the hilt in Charley’s hole. He leaned in and kissed those plump, inviting lips. Chest to chest. Legs over his shoulders. He felt the quivering. But he felt something else. Something more. Charley’s hole was beginning to adjust to his thickness. His girth. Adjust, and—grip at it.

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

He kissed deeper. More intense. More hungry.

Charley’s eyes rolled back … again. He felt Dillon’s tongue knocking on the doors of his lips. He opened for it. He took it in. He submitted to it.

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Pause. The lip lock broken. Dillon gazed down into Charley’s eyes.

“Stop? Keep going? Change power setting? Change position?”

Even through the initial blistering pain and the exploding brain cells, Charley nearly laughed. Dillon suddenly sounded like a Cyborg from that friggin’ movie or something.

“Cunt….”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

“Cunt me. Fucking cunt it up and breed me.”

Dillon smirked. He hoped Charley would say something like that. If he thought he came gallons down his throat a while ago, Charley had a hell of a surprise coming. He was going to breed him like a Brahma bull. He could feel it. He was loaded for breeding and he was going to flood Charley to the max.

“Sure?”

Nod.

“Sure you’re sure?”

“Fuck me! Cunt me out. Fucking breed my cunt, D!”

‘D’?

Wow.

Had Charley ever called him ‘D’ in the history of their friendship?

Wow.

“You got it, dude.”

Thrust.

Balls smacking.

“Mmmph.”

“Your cunt is mine.”

Thrust.

Balls smacking.

“Mmmph.”

“Gonna cunt you out and fucking breed you with my cum.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Merciless.

Ravaging.

Cunt carving.

Power thrusts.

Sweat dripping.

Body slamming into body.

Truck rocking.

Balls smacking butt cheeks.

Dillon fucked.

Dillon fucked.

Dillon … fucked.

Charley’s face skewered. His breath hitched and grated and hitched. His body began convulsing. His eyes went wide and locked into Dillon’s gaze.

Something.

There.

Oh fuck. Right there. Dillon’s cock was hitting something. It was like a live socket to the biggest electrical current in existence.

Every slam.

Every thrust.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck yes.

Don’t stop.

Fucking don’t stop.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh … fuck!” His head snapped up and slammed down. His body convulsed more intensely. His butt took on Dillon’s rhythm and rose up to meet his thrusts. He started to crave that ball slapping. He fed off the feeling of his cheeks being slammed and spanked by Dillon’s balls. He was losing his mind in the intensity of whatever Dillon’s cock was doing inside him. That electrical grid was charging higher and higher and his body was convulsing more and more.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“More?”

Their eyes locked again. Their brains linked. Charley nodded.

“Turn me into a cunt. Cunt me. Fucking cunt me out and breed me.”

Holy fuck!

Holy fuck!

Holy … fuck!

Dillon’s mind was spinning into a vortex he’d never known before.

He was fucking Charley Stockton.

He was f-u-c-k-i-n-g Charley Stockton.

He was fucking Charley Stockton!

His cock was raping and ravaging Charley’s hole and Charley was begging for it.

Charley Stockton was begging him to fuck him harder!

Damn he wished they had called Aaron for some of that Can Opener goop. If Charley wanted a cunt, Aaron’s goop would have done wonders. Not that his cock wasn’t doing a hell of a job carving a cunt into Charley Stockton on its own.

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

“Gonna cunt you.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

“Gonna fucking breed your cunt.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“You want me to cunt you out?”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

“Gonna cunt you out and breed you.”

Thrust. Rapid. Bone jarring. Hole destroying.

“Mmmph.”

More power.

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Oh. Mmmph. Oh. Mmmph. Fuck…!”

“Gonna turn you into a whore. Cock whore. Cock whore and cum pig.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! If Charley wanted it? Charley was gonna get it. Fuck he wished they’d called Aaron. Take Charley all the way. Yeah. Turn him into an insatiable whore for cock. Oh fuck that was a hot idea.

Charley Stockton—insatiable cock whore and cum pig.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck!

There it was again.

Charley’s entire body began convulsing. Trembling. Rocking in wave after wave after wave. Dillon’s massive cock was hitting that electrical circuit again. Like a button to a massive power station. His eyes fluttered and rolled. Rolled and fluttered. His body rocked and quacked and shook and spasmed.

Fuck. Maybe they should have called Aaron for some of that stuff he had. Maybe Dillon was right.

He lifted his head and gazed across his sweat soaked chest and spasming abs between his legs. He watched. Awed. Stunned. Dillon’s huge cock withdrew. Slammed back inside. Withdrew. Slammed back inside. His heavy balls smacked and slapped at his ass.

Relentless.

Merciless.

Powerful.

Thrust.

After thrust.

After thrust.

He realized suddenly that the pain was subsiding. The pain was subsiding and he was taking it. He was taking it all. And, more. His hole was opening up and wrapping around that huge cock and it was taking it. Enveloping it. Hungering for it. He was craving it. Begging for it.

Thrust.

Balls smacking.

Thrust.

Grunt.

Thrust.

“Mmmph.”

Thrust.

Another realization suddenly splintered its way into his brain. There, as he gazed down his chest and abs—at that monster cock that was destroying his hole and turning it into a cunt.

Charley realized that he had a boner.

He had a boner to end all boners.

His dick was harder than it had ever been in his life. It was throbbing. It was spewing copious rivers of precum. It was glistening and glowing in an angry purple like he’d never seen.

He was rock hard and leaking.

Rock hard and leaking while he was being fucked.

Thrust.

Grunt.

Thrust.

Grunt.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Charley’s eyes rolled back again. There was that electrical outlet. Dillon was nailing it with ever thrust. Whatever it was, Dillon’s cock was sliding across it and jabbing at it and sending him into convulsing orbit. Again. Again. And, again.

“Cum for me,” Dillon gasped out during an even stronger thrust.

Charley’s eyes snapped open and he gazed up at his friend. His cherry destroyer. His cunt maker.

“Cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock in your cunt. Show me you’re my whore.”

Charley felt his entire body give into the convulsions. The spasms. The sheer power of Dillon’s thrusts. He felt his mind explode. He saw glittering, shimmering crystals of light cascade through his skull.

And, he felt his submission.

He completely, totally, submitted to that command. To Dillon’s cock. To Dillon.

Charley submitted.

Charley came.

And he came.

And he came.

Moments later. Dillon thrust one last time. The hardest thrust. The deepest plunge. He buried himself so deeply into Charley’s new cunt that he was unsure he’d ever climb his way back out of it. Did he want to climb out of it? That was a good question. The answer would come later. Maybe. He ground his buried cock into Charley’s cunt and he leaned down and crushed his lips against Charley’s. His tongue fucked its way inside Charley’s mouth without invitation. He took Charley’s mouth now just as powerfully as he had taken Charley’s hole and fucked it into a cunt.

And he came.

Dillon came hard.

He came.

And he came.

And he came.

Dillon flooded Charley’s cunt with his cum and bred him like a bull … breeding his bitch.

He broke the kiss and nipped and licked his way across Charley’s jaw to his right ear. He nibbled and licked and kissed at it. Grunting as he came. Gasping for air as his cock unloaded wad after wad after wad of his cum deep inside Charley’s cunt.

“You’re … my … bitch now.”

END of Chapter 19

To be continued . . .

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